For almost four weeks after my initial encounter with Tony, he ignores me. He comes by the site to do his usual work and wears his usual smile and makes his usual comments. He brings Christmas chocolates to the office staff and some kind of edible arrangement to Jamie the owner. But he doesn't acknowledge me. Nothing in his demeanor suggests that he'd fucked me or that he wanted to do it again.
I begin to worry that I had been a bad fuck.
But on the last office work day before Christmas, I'm proven wrong.
The yard is already closed. All the truck drivers have been sent home. Two of the accountants have taken a vacation day. Another has already left. Our HR manager has also taken a vacation day which leaves the office quiet and virtually empty.
At four, an hour before closing, Jamie calls me back to his office.
Today, I'm wearing a simple sheath dress. Navy blue, ends just above my knee, cinched at the waist with a wide, red leather belt to add color. Black heels that I only wear because most of my job requires me to sit. The kind of heels made to look sexy, not made to walk in.
I enter Jamie's large office at the end of the right wing hallway and see Tony lounging in one of the high-backed chairs that sit in front the massive oak desk. My heart lodges in my throat at the gleam in his eye.
"Christina, do come in. Shut the door behind you please," Jamie says, gesturing me into the room.
I do as I'm asked and sit in the other high-backed chair, perching on the edge a little uneasily. Jamie always tended to make me nervous. His moods were often extreme and unpredictable. But being in the room with Jamie and Tony had a flush creeping up my arms and anticipation knotting in my stomach.
"I have been going over your annual review and wanted to discuss a few things with you," Jamie begins. Tony shifts so he can watch me, his face unreadable.
"First, I would like to say that your review was impressive. High marks from your direct supervisor. But, more importantly, I receive many compliments from our clients about you. They are always impressed by the smiling, sweet receptionist I have."
I blink. Praise from Jamie was almost unheard of. "Th-thank you," I stutter, a little thrown off stride.
"And no one has been more impressed by you than Tony here. He tells me you have been most accommodating," Jamie continues. I can't tell for sure, but I think there is a slight undercurrent in his tone. Like he knows what Tony did to me. Like he approves.
Tony grins. "That's right Christina. I always enjoy coming out here when your beautiful, smiling face greets me."
A wave of relief surges through me. I still have my Master's approval.
"Effective January first, you'll be getting a 5% raise," Jamie explained. My mouth dropped open. I tried to say thank you but Jamie held up a hand. "On one condition."
The relief I'd felt moments before changes to something heavier. Closer to fear.
"I was just telling Jamie about Black Friday when I dropped by to see you," Tony says. I look at him, eyes wide. "And I've agreed to share my little slut. See, Jamie has been a good friend for many, many years and I'd like to really give him something special this year."
I look between the two men, breathing heavily. I've never been in a threesome before. My throat constricts and uncertainty fills my chest. "I don't ... I mean..." I don't really know what I am trying to say.
But Tony stands, his presence large and dominating above me. "You don't have a choice whore. Tonight, we share you. Stand," he commands. Jamie sits back in his desk chair with a satisfied smirk.
I rise unsteadily to my feet. Despite my uncertainty, a twinge of arousal settles in my pussy.
Tony reaches for me, unbuckling my belt before turning me around. His hand brushes my hair gently over my shoulder as he begins to unzip my dress. He pushes it off, letting it fall deftly to the floor.
I stand before both men in a matching black lace bra and thong set. I want to cover myself, but i keep my arms at my sides.
Tony laughs. "I see you're wearing underwear today slut," he says just before swatting my ass cheek. The slap stings but startles me more than anything. "Now, go to Jamie. Do as he says. Understand?"
I nod weakly. "Yes," I whisper.
Tony slaps my ass again. Harder this time. I yelp. "Yes, SIR!"
"Good girl. Go."
I move around the desk and stand in front of Jamie. He reaches a hand up to grip my left breast. He squeezes painfully.
"Good god, Christina. I didn't know you hid such a killer body," he says, admiring my flat abdomen and long legs. He keeps one hand on my breast as he moves the other hand between my thighs, trailing up. He leans forward and nips my hip bone.
I make a small startled noise.
His fingers easily push the lace aside and slide along the edges of my folds. "Mmmm... You're right Tony. She does like being told what to do. She's already wet."
I flush in embarrassment.
I look away but Jamie demands that I watch him. I don't know why I feel so humiliated. Tony is sitting in his chair, half watching, half texting. Jamie is slipping his finger in and out of my pussy lips, not quite sliding inside me. I can't help the way I tip my hips toward him.
Suddenly he pulls his hand away and grips my waist. He lifts me easily onto his desk where he forces my legs apart by pushing roughly on my knees. His mouth closes hungrily over my cunt even though my thong is still in place.
"You smell so sweet Christina," he murmurs, nuzzling against the thin fabric.
Tony is moving now. My back is to him as he unhooks my bra and pulls it off, dropping it unceremoniously onto the floor. He reaches around me to grab one breast and whisper into my ear, "Put your hands together in front of you."
I obey as Jamie seizes the thong and yanks hard. I cry out as the fabric bites into my ass before finally ripping. Tony wraps a length of rope around my wrists, tying them together securely. My heart is flying, my pussy is twitching.
I am sitting naked on my boss's desk with my Master behind me and Jaime between my legs. They're spread wide, revealing my dripping cunt. I am mesmerized as he slowly runs his index finger up from the cusp of my asshole, into my pussy, over the small opening, and onto my clit.
I moan, closing my eyes and spreading my legs even wider. Tony wraps a hand in my hair and yanks roughly. "Watch him," he snarls.
My eyes open and I stare as Jamie slides his finger back down, retracing his path, but stopping to swirl around my hole. Without warning he jams his finger into me and my body jerks back involuntarily. Tony holds me in place.
Jamie's finger moves in and out at a harsh pace and I moan, but keep my eyes open, watching his finger slide in and out of my pussy. A second later he adds his middle finger. I can feel my pussy stretch to accommodate him.
I'm so aroused. So wet. I could come if only he'd touch my clit. But he doesn't. Instead he pulls both fingers out and wipes my juices on my stomach.
"You're such a dirty whore," Tony taunts in my ear. "So wet for two men who aren't your husband. Letting the boss feel you up to get a raise. You disgust me."
My pussy clenches. Jamie moves one hand to my breast and Tony clamps down on the other.
Arousal rushes through me, hot and sweet. I'm dizzy with it. Two men are touching me. My hands are bound in my lap and I can't touch either of them. A few tears spill down my cheeks.
"Please use me Master. I'm your dirty whore," I pant arching my back into their hands.
Tony pinches my nipple hard and makes a sound of approval deep in his throat. Jamie bites the inside of my thigh. I groan.
"Lean back Christina," Jamie commands. I obey, lying flat on the desk which puts me in the most vulnerable of positions. I can no longer see Jamie, although I can feel his breath hot on my cunt and my head hangs limply off the other side of the desk. I stare up at Tony who gives me a crooked smile.
He swats a breast just as Jamie's mouth closes over my pussy. I cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Tony slaps my other breast, harder than the first. I can see his other hand wrestling with his belt. Seconds later, as he slaps my breasts a third time, his cock springs free.
